April 2nd, 2009
Location: The Air(Ishek National Park? to Anchorage)
Time: 2200hrs
Luckily, my buzzed head doesn't provide too many hairs to pull out. It's a close to decision, but I've decided to spare you all of an expletive themed rant aimed at that asshole, Mt. Redoubt.
Asshole.So, you're probably wondering what the hell is Imshek National Park? And I'm gonna be honest, I have no clue either. I don't even think I spelled it properly. But, I can tell you how I got there.
Original flight details put us arriving into Anchorage on Tuesday @ midnight. Instead, the flight was canceled, I believe due to a combination of low visibility due to Redoubt and the darkness. This left Mike and I a night in Salt Lake City and a plan to board a flight to Anchorage via Minneapolis on Wednesday morning. However, that didn't happen and the next confirmed departure was the following Thursday morning, SLC->Minn-->ANC. We were also put on stand-by for an 2055 direct flight SLC to ANC on wednesday night. Good news was that there was room on that stand-by...for one of us. Mike was able to make it out of SLC on Wed. and I stayed behind for the 700am(Thur) flight to ANC via Minneapolis.
So, Wednesday, the SLC Airport made me reluctantly give up my "sleeping on an Airport bench virginity". To be honest, I slept halfway decent.
Thursday morning showed great promise, everything seamed to be on time and I was getting the hell out of SLC. I made it into Minneapolis fine. I saw a Monk at the airport with Ipod. I really want to ask him what he's got on it. It also led me to wonder, "How many volumes of Pure Moods" were made?
I made it into Anchorage fine. Long flight, 5hrs. I watched the new Guy Ritchie(Snatch, Lock Stock and 2 smoking barrels) movie, RockNRolla. Not bad. A lot better than The Day The Earth Stood Still, which Delta showed us flying to SLC. Whoever decided to remake that movie should probably find another career.
So, FINALLY, I arrived in Anchorage. Because getting there kep getting switched around, my flight to Dutch had to be changed. Unfortunately, I couldn't change this myself because of not possessing a certain credit card. Mike had to do this when he arrived in Anchorage. So I was praying to have a flight ready for me when I landed. I did, everything was set to go.
Departure time was 1645. 3 hrs flight. Slept most of the way there, which left me as a very confused passenger when we landed. When I woke up it was 2115. Little over due. So, ok, what the hell. Stewardess told us to leave our bags on the plane and stretch out. Again, confused. I got out, walked inside the smallest terminal I've ever seen. The Wright brothers probably had one 10 times larger. I then, realized that we never made it to Dutch, hence the extremely foggy skies. To add to my confusion, my phone had no service, probably due to the verizon guy and pack of wolves is a prety shitty wireless support team.
So now, I here I am flying back to Anchorage. Fortunately, I'll have a whole day(the 3rd) to make it into Dutch.
Looks like Anchorage Airport and I will be having a one-night stand.
Original flight details put us arriving into Anchorage on Tuesday @ midnight. Instead, the flight was canceled, I believe due to a combination of low visibility due to Redoubt and the darkness. This left Mike and I a night in Salt Lake City and a plan to board a flight to Anchorage via Minneapolis on Wednesday morning. However, that didn't happen and the next confirmed departure was the following Thursday morning, SLC->Minn-->ANC. We were also put on stand-by for an 2055 direct flight SLC to ANC on wednesday night. Good news was that there was room on that stand-by...for one of us. Mike was able to make it out of SLC on Wed. and I stayed behind for the 700am(Thur) flight to ANC via Minneapolis.
So, Wednesday, the SLC Airport made me reluctantly give up my "sleeping on an Airport bench virginity". To be honest, I slept halfway decent.
Thursday morning showed great promise, everything seamed to be on time and I was getting the hell out of SLC. I made it into Minneapolis fine. I saw a Monk at the airport with Ipod. I really want to ask him what he's got on it. It also led me to wonder, "How many volumes of Pure Moods" were made?
I made it into Anchorage fine. Long flight, 5hrs. I watched the new Guy Ritchie(Snatch, Lock Stock and 2 smoking barrels) movie, RockNRolla. Not bad. A lot better than The Day The Earth Stood Still, which Delta showed us flying to SLC. Whoever decided to remake that movie should probably find another career.
So, FINALLY, I arrived in Anchorage. Because getting there kep getting switched around, my flight to Dutch had to be changed. Unfortunately, I couldn't change this myself because of not possessing a certain credit card. Mike had to do this when he arrived in Anchorage. So I was praying to have a flight ready for me when I landed. I did, everything was set to go.
Departure time was 1645. 3 hrs flight. Slept most of the way there, which left me as a very confused passenger when we landed. When I woke up it was 2115. Little over due. So, ok, what the hell. Stewardess told us to leave our bags on the plane and stretch out. Again, confused. I got out, walked inside the smallest terminal I've ever seen. The Wright brothers probably had one 10 times larger. I then, realized that we never made it to Dutch, hence the extremely foggy skies. To add to my confusion, my phone had no service, probably due to the verizon guy and pack of wolves is a prety shitty wireless support team.
So now, I here I am flying back to Anchorage. Fortunately, I'll have a whole day(the 3rd) to make it into Dutch.
Looks like Anchorage Airport and I will be having a one-night stand.
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